Beadle's Frontier Series #25: Indian Jim—A Tale of the Minnesota Massacre — page 35: what you’re looking at

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pomething that will i interest you. 1] am sure it is the ml | = an Indian.” | The artist gazed at once in the direction indicated: cod finally admitted that there was something unusual in the bushes, but nothing more than the ornamented tuft of tne Indian, or occasionally the top of his shaven skull. While they were still gazing at it, the savage arose, apparently from a stooping nosition, disclosing his painted body to the waist and then suddenly disappeared. | - “Now, what more can you ask?” said Marian, “your dee ment of life has appeared and Geparied again.” “T am satisfied.” 7 “ How I wish Maggie had come with us! She would hava enjoyed this scene so much. I miss her company a greag desl.” “And so do I. Do you know, Marian, that I was quite surprised to hear her chat last night. She has intelligence and education that many of our city belles might envy, and I was quite impressed by her.” “You may well be, for she is as nels hearted a being ag ever lived—honest, pure-ininded, and truthful to her convice tions at all times.” Adolphus.Halleck made a show of moving his pencil over. paper, while he stole a glance at his cousin beside him. She was looking out upon the lake, and was noi conscious of thig | furtive glance. An-odd smile just moved one side of his mouth and then passed aw ay, like a rift of sunshine, as he sat to his task again. 1 ‘ Site seems to be Uncle John’s pe t—she: veing the youn gest, J suppose has made her so.” “Tt is her own beautiful nature—’Dolph, how stationary that fisherman remains.” 3 i The two were gazing at the persoa, who ant as ‘motionlesa as the rnck behind him, when they saw him suddenly pitch, forward upon his face, and sink with a loud splash beneath, the water. The smothered shriek that.came gaspingly across the lake, was scarce a second behind the sharp crack of the death-dealing rifle. A faint bluish wreath of smoke, thag curled up from behind a rock in the vicinity of the indian, showed where the murderer was concealed. 2 a ee ee ) ‘- Eomicbooks:com —